She shook her head repeatedly: "I can't. You haven't fully recovered from your injuries. I don't dare to move you. And although you have lost a lot of weight, I can't move you with your frame and height."
"How will you know if you don't try?"
"No need to try, I know it well."
She turned around to leave, but Feng Moyan held her wrist tightly and wouldn't let go.
Yang Qianyu understood, tilted her head slightly and said helplessly: "If you want me to hug you, you don't have to make fun of your own safety, right?"
The man curled his lips and smiled, "You can see all my thoughts."
"..." The woman rolled her eyes.
She's not stupid, can't she even see this?
The two of them had been getting along "peacefully" for more than a month. He still abided by his duties, but deep down in his heart, he probably couldn't bear it any longer.
Seeing that she didn't move or speak, Feng Moyan knew that she couldn't do anything to him, so he simply risked his face again - acting like a baby.
"Qianqian... Just think of it as fulfilling a small wish of mine. I can't see you or have close contact with you. Don't you think... it's a bit cruel?"
"But I really..."
"Qianqian..." When he shouted this, he also shook her wrist slightly.
Yang Qianyu paused, looked at his childish face, turned back angrily: "Gong Beize is right! You can't be more than three years old, not even one more day!"
Feng Sansui immediately smiled, the corners of his mouth widened in a sexy way, and his empty and confused eyes became a little brighter. He really looked like a bright and sunny boy with a smile when he was a teenager.
Yang Qianyu looked at it and was confused for a moment. She quickly shook her head to calm herself down and avoid being deceived.
"Sit up first. I will move your legs down, and then I will carry you to the wheelchair. Remember... hold my neck tightly."
She opened the quilt, pulled the man to sit up, and brought a thick nightgown to put on him.
Feng Moyan sat obediently like a child.
When she walked around the man's body and put on his pajamas, her body had to lean forward, and the distance between the two suddenly became closer.
Feng Moyan could smell her breath clearly, and could even feel the warmth.
It's very similar to what I remember, but...somewhat different.
"The smell of milk on your body is from feeding the children?" He suddenly spoke, shocking Yang Qianyu.
"Milk smell? Is it there?" She raised her arm and smelled her arm, then looked at the man, "It seems that not only is your vision impaired, but your sense of smell is also problematic."
"It's true. If you don't believe it, I'll smell it again."
As he spoke, he leaned closer and sniffed. Yang Qianyu felt his breath caress her neck, and suddenly felt numb and goosebumps appeared on her skin.
Just as he was about to retreat, the man suddenly bumped into him.
It was really a collision, not a kiss.
"Hey - what are you doing!" Yang Qianyu was so frightened that her cheeks were numb from the impact, and she slapped him angrily, "Be honest! Otherwise, I won't care if I throw you!"
Feng Moyan frowned and smiled bitterly, feeling a little regretful.
Because he couldn't see her, and it was unexpected, he didn't kiss her lips. He seemed to kiss... the mandible on the side.
I wasn't sure about the distance either, so my mouth hurt a bit from the collision.
"Are you too thin? You're covered in bones when you kiss me."
"Did you kiss that?!"
He understood what the woman meant and said shamelessly: "How about we do it again? This time I will definitely be able to control the distance and intensity."
"..." Yang Qianyu said nothing, too lazy to pay attention to him.
"Qianqian...are you angry?"
She still ignored him, "Put on your nightgown. I'll get you out of bed."
After putting on his pajamas, Yang Qianyu stepped back a little, moved his legs and changed his posture.
When I touched his legs, the feeling was obviously different from before. When I touched it...it felt like they were all cold and hard bones.
Her heart skipped a beat, and she squeezed hard unconsciously, "Why...have you lost so much weight?"
"Really?" Feng Moyan was calm, "Maybe, but... maybe it's muscle atrophy, which is not a good sign."
"The nurse doesn't give you a massage every day?"
"Yes, but the effect of external force is average."
"oh……"
Yang Qianyu responded, with indescribable emotions lingering in her heart.
It will take at least two or three months to fully recover. Rehabilitation by then will be like learning to walk again, and you can imagine how difficult it will be.
What is even more worrying is that if the examination shows that he has completely lost his ability to move below the waist, there will be basically no hope of standing up again.
If that's the case, I wonder if he...
Sigh... She sighed helplessly in her heart, but she didn't dare to show it. After helping him sit firmly, she freed her hand to drag the smart wheelchair customized by Miyabeizawa.
After stabilizing the wheelchair and turning around, Yang Qianyu took a horse stance beside the bed, picked up his two arms and hung them on her body.
Those two arms were very conscious. As soon as they landed on the woman's shoulders, they immediately closed them and hugged her tightly, as if the whole upper body was about to pounce on her.
"Hey! Don't get too close to me, blocking my sight!" Yang Qianyu immediately pushed the man's handsome face, put her hands through his armpits, and carefully avoided his abdomen.
Tighten your core strength and push your bent legs hard.
She thought it was just a matter of turning the "mummy" around, with a radius of one meter. At any rate, she exercised regularly and took care of her children for several years, so she had developed her arm and waist strength.
Not to mention trivial matters, it shouldn't be difficult.
However--
Whimsical!
The first time I tried hard, I couldn't pull it up.
She held her breath and her tone of voice changed, "Why are you... so heavy?"
"Didn't you say I lost weight?" The man's low and charming voice was right next to her ear, and as soon as he spoke, half of her neck went numb.
"You, don't talk into my ears, it's so itchy..."
"Really?" Feng Moyan obviously enjoyed the up-close contact with her. He enjoyed it so much that he forgot about his current situation, and unexpectedly blew into her cochlea, "You mean... it's very itchy?"
"Hiss--" Yang Qianyu felt as if millions of ants were flying through her ears and into her brain, and were traveling all over her body in an instant along with her blood vessels.
Her whole body trembled uncontrollably, as if an electric current was passing through her, and all the strength she had just accumulated was lost in that shiver.
The man who had just left the edge of the bed fell back down again.
"Feng Moyan!" She was angry. She let go of her hand and covered her ears, then rubbed them twice, "Are you sick?"
Afraid that she would turn around and leave in a hurry, Feng Moyan immediately became serious and quickly promised: "I won't make trouble anymore." But the next second he was curious, "You didn't seem to be so sensitive before, right?"
"..." Yang Qianyu stood beside the bed with her hands on her hips, staring angrily at his battered skin.
"I don't care about you!" She turned to leave.
"Qianqian! I was wrong, I really don't make trouble anymore!" Feng Moyan could accurately predict her behavior even if he couldn't see, so he hurriedly grabbed her and admitted his mistake.
Yang Qianyu was dragged by him, fearing that he would be brought down and fall, so she had to stop.
He looked back at the man, gritted his teeth, and then turned back.
"I'm not in the mood to play around with you, please don't mess with me again!"
"good."
She adjusted her mood, posed again, and the two hugged each other face to face.
Mouzu exerted all his strength, like pulling out a carrot, and this time he succeeded in pulling him out of the bed.
However... this man is too tall!
With a height of 1.9 meters, he was more than 20 centimeters taller than her - and considering the injury on his abdomen, she didn't dare to lean up, so she had to hold in her breath and turn around.
Feng Moyan was pinched hard and lifted up by her, feeling the tense and trembling tremors all over her body. She felt sorry that she couldn't bear it. She quickly reached out to grab the wheelchair, but Yang Qianyu thought he was going to slide down and instinctively raised the chair on the other side.
He tried to stop him with his arms, but unexpectedly his arms loosened and he lost his balance, and then lost his center of gravity...
"ah!"
"Boom..."
“Crackling@￥#￥&*”
When Feng Moyan fell, it was like Mount Tai weighing her down.
The two of them fell down together. At the critical moment, Feng Moyan tightly protected the woman in his arms and used all his strength to half-turn his body so as not to completely fall on the woman.
But this time, his head hit the bedside table.
The messy crackling sound meant that everything on the table was knocked over and rolled down.
Yang Qianyu was stunned by the fall, but the first thing he thought about was that it was over - he had finally recovered, would he report to the King of Hell again after the fall?
She was so frightened that she couldn't care less about the pain all over her body. She turned over and looked at the man quickly: "Feng Moyan! How are you? Where did you fall? Does the wound hurt?"
"Come here! Ah Quan! Aunt Rong! Come quickly!"
"I'll just say no! If you insist on letting me do it, now is the time!"
The woman was in a hurry, calling people and getting up at the same time, so anxious that she almost shed tears.
Feng Moyan was lying on the ground, his body leaning against the side of the bed, and his head still squeezed against the bedside table.
Because of the force of the collision, the bedside table was knocked out of position, and his head was embedded in it.
Ah Quan, Aunt Rong, the nurse, and two bodyguards all rushed in.
The three little ones followed behind.
"Madam, how..." Aunt Rong didn't ask, but when she saw the scene in front of her, she quickly stepped forward to help.
Yang Qianyu reminded urgently: "Be careful, don't hurt him! Call the family doctor quickly, no, no, call 120 and take him to the hospital! He has to see a doctor!"
Feng Moyan was indeed in pain, as if his brain was about to burst. The pain made his handsome and deep face scrunch up, and his lips turned a little white.
But when he heard the woman's words, he quickly raised his hand, "Qianqian...Qianqian——"
His voice was weak and Yang Qianyu didn't hear it. Ah Quan quickly turned around and said, "Madam, Mr. Feng is calling you."
"What's wrong?" She raised her head and looked at the man anxiously, still blaming herself, "I shouldn't have let you act nonsense, now is the time!"
"I'm fine...just call the family doctor and come over. No need...120, don't go to the hospital..."
"How can this be done? You just fell hard!" Before he finished speaking, he saw the blood on his head and his eyes were horrified. "Your head is bleeding again! The wound must have opened!"
Feng Moyan was lifted up by them and carefully moved back to the bed.
Seeing that the woman was so frightened that her tone of voice changed, before he could lie down, he waved one hand and said, "Really... don't go to the hospital, call the family doctor..."
He finished speaking weakly, his eyes opening and closing.
I don't know if it was an illusion of extreme pain, but he seemed to feel light, but it came and went.